Bryan's squad car wasn't looking the best as it should be on a regular day, but this wasn't a regular day; in fact, it has been hell for the pass three weeks. He had been driving around, looking for a way out, but the highways and freeways were block by cars and there is those 'things' near the cars as well. He got some fuel for some cars, that were abandoned as things got worst and nearly got bitten. It was almost full, but now the fuel is running out and he didn't want to walk in the daytime and hide in the night. He decided to not stick in the highways or freeways, but it use the abandoned streets and roads as a way to get out of Los Angeles. He saw the horror while he was trying to get out: officers being bitten while calling out for help; kids attacking their mothers; and worst of all, tons of bodies within the downtown area. He couldn't sleep for a day after seeing that kind of shit, he hoped that the government founds a cure to this madness. He then heard over the radio, that Camp Pendleton was hit by those things and lost, that was the third camp within the week; so far, ten camps have been hit and lost within the three weeks.

When he finally got out of Los Angeles. he couldn't help but smiled and laugh at the same time. It was a time of joy to be out of the city and into the calmness of the valley and the heat of the High Desert. He drove his police car until he realized that he was running out of fuel and then saw a sign that said: Gas Station: Three Miles; Dana Point: Four Milies. It was going to be a while, but he better find some fuel there, if not, then the trip was for nothing and he has to stay the night over at the station. He put the window down to feel the wind as the car was getting a bit too hot and then went under the San Diego Freeway. He then drove for a good ten minutes or so and then saw the gas station sign: One Stop. The sign was ironic for him as it was going to be his one stop at the station. But then, he saw two guys, standing by each other, and one guy, with his shirt in blood at the station. He stopped the cop car and then check, if he had his Glock 22; with a mag full of bullets and then drove towards the station and turned on his siren. It didn't make any sounds, as he knew that sound can attach those things.

He parked his cop car onto the dirt road, leading to the station and then got out of the car. He set his foot onto the dirt ground and then said, "Are you guys bitten in any form or shape?" then he saw the guy in the bloody shirt and said, "What's with the blood, sir?".